Posh dinner at a hotel the other night to celebrate my birthday. Absolutely lovely and very relaxing, apart from the fact that the hotel's cat kept sitting by the table and staring at me. I really dislike cats, so it made me feel quite panicky, and once it started its grooming routine I tried to nudge it with my foot to get it to leave. Judging by the looks DH and the diners at the next table gave me however, IWBVVU. Was I?